Song Scale: Ab Major
Signature BPM: 4/4
Metronome: 78
Strumming Pattern: DU,DU,DU,DU
(Intro)
Eb Fm Db Eb Fm Db
Verse 1
Eb Fm Db
No, I don’t miss you yet
Eb Fm Db
You’re just a feeling I’d rather forget
Eb Fm Db Ab
So I pierce my skin and I buzz my hair
Bbm Ab/C Db
I’m going to Mexico
Eb Fm Db
No, I don’t feel the same
Eb Fm Db
The lack of chemicals in my brain
Eb Fm Db Ab
Won’t keep me warm, so I pause and pray
Bbm Ab/C Db
I don’t wanna feel the cold
Bbm Ab/C Db
So I’m going to Mexico
(Chorus)
Eb Fm Db
Oh, Mexico
Eb Fm Db
Sounds so sweet, but I’m going there alone
Eb Fm Db
I tried to be myself, but still, I’ve got some room to grow
Eb Fm Db
I’m going to Mexico
(Verse-2)
Eb Fm Db
And I won’t miss you then
Eb Fm Db
The weight of every word on my chest
Eb Fm Db
So I curse my name and my fragile frame
Bb7 C Db
Anywhere could feel like home (Anywhere)
Bb7 C Db
But I’m going to Mexico
(Chorus)
Eb Fm Db
Oh, Mexico
Eb Fm Db
Sounds so sweet, but I’m going there alone
Eb Fm Db
I tried to be myself, but still, I’ve got some room to grow
Eb Fm Db Eb Fm
I’m going to Mexico
[OUTRO]
Db Eb Fm Db Bb C Db
(Mexico, Mexico)
Eb Db Ab
I’m going to Mexico
Lyrics
No, I don’t miss you yet
You’re just a feeling I’d rather forget
So I pierce my skin and I buzz my hair
I’m going to Mexico
You’re just a feeling I’d rather forget
So I pierce my skin and I buzz my hair
I’m going to Mexico
No, I don’t feel the same
The lack of chemicals in my brain
Won’t keep me warm, so I pause and pray
I don’t wanna feel the cold
So I’m going to Mexico
The lack of chemicals in my brain
Won’t keep me warm, so I pause and pray
I don’t wanna feel the cold
So I’m going to Mexico
Sounds so sweet, but I’m going there alone
I tried to be myself but still, I’ve got some room to grow
I’m going to Mexico
I tried to be myself but still, I’ve got some room to grow
I’m going to Mexico
And I won’t miss you there
The weight of every word on my chest
So I curse my name and my fragile frame
Anywhere could feel like home (anywhere)
But I’m going to Mexico
The weight of every word on my chest
So I curse my name and my fragile frame
Anywhere could feel like home (anywhere)
But I’m going to Mexico
Sounds so sweet but I’m going there alone
I tried to be myself but still, I’ve got some room to grow
I’m going to Mexico
I tried to be myself but still, I’ve got some room to grow
I’m going to Mexico
I’m going to Mexico
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